The Lake Lyrics - Antony And The Johnsons

( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe ) 

In youth's spring, it was my lot 

To haunt of the wide earth a spot 

To which I could not love the less 

So lovely was the loneliness 

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound 

And the tall trees that towered around 

But when the night had thrown her pall 

Upon that spot as upon all 

And the wind would pass me by 

In its stilly melody 

My infant spirit would awake 

To the terror of the lone lake 

My infant spirit would awake 

To the terror of the lone lake 

Yet that terror was not fright 

But a tremulous delight 

And a feeling undefined 

Springing from a darkened mind 

Death was in that poisoned wave 

And in its gulf a fitting grave 

For him who thence could solace bring 

To his dark imagining 

Whose wildering though could even make 

An Eden of that dim lake 

But when the night had thrown her pall 

Upon that spot as upon all 

And the wind would pass me by 

In its stilly melody 

My infant spirit would awake 

To the terror of the lone lake 

My infant spirit would awake 

To the terror of the lone lake 

Springing from a darkened mind 

So lovely was the loneliness 

In youth's spring, it was my lot 

In its stilly melody 

An Eden of that dim lake 

An Eden of that dim lake 

Lone, lone, lonely...